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 India and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.