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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.