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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.