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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.