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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.