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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.