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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.