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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.