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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.