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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.