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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.