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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.