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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
This Heat,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.