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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.