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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.