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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.