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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.