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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.