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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.