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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Index,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.