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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.