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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.