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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Adolescents,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.