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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.