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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.