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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.