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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.