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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.