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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.