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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.