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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.