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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.