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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.