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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.