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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.