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 Costa Rica 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
CMW,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.