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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.