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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.