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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Franke,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.