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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Q65,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.