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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.