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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.