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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.