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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Nico,
Excepter,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.