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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.