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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.