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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Monks,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.