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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.