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 Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.