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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.