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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.