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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
AZ,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Crime,
Faust,
The Residents,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.