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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.