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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
June Days,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.