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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Inner City,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.