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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
X-102,
DNA,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.