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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.