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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.