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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Manchester and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Nas,
Can,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.