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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.