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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.