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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.