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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.