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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.