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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Can,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.