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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.