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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.