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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.