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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.