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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.