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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.