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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.