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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.