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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Index,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.