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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.