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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.