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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.