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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.