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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.