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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.