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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
MC5,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.