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 India and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.