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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.