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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.