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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.