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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.