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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.