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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Quantec,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.