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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.