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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Monks,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.