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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.