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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.