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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.