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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.