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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.