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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.