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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.