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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.