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 Tunisia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.