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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.