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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.