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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 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 Japan 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.