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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Whodini,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.