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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.