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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.