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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.