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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.