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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.