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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.