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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.