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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.