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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.