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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.