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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.