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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.