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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.