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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.