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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.