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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.