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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.