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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.