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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 AZ to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Pole,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.