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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.