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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.