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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.