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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.