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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.