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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.