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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.