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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.