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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.