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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.