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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.