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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.