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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.