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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.