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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.