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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Faust,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.