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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.