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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.