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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants 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?
Erasure,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.