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 Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.