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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.