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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.