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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.