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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.