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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
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.