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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.