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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Organ,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.