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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
PIL,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Index,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.