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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Fat Boys 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Wings,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Index,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.