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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.