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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Josef K,
UT,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.