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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Yellowson 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.