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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.