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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
UT,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.