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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.