Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.