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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.