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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.