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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
PIL,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.