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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.