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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.