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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Monks,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.