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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.