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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Monks,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.