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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.