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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Index,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.