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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.