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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 AZ to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.