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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.