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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Can,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.