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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.