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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Index,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.