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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.