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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.