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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.