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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.