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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.