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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.