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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.