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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.