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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.