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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.