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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.