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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
the Normal,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.