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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.