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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.