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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.