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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.