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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.