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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.