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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.