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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.