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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.