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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Swans,
World's Most,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.