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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Pole,
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.