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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.