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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.