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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fall to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
UT,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.