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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Quantec,
AZ,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Television,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Inner City,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.