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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Japan,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Nico,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.