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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
CMW,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.