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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.