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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.