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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Wire,
The Saints,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.