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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Pole,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.