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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.