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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 oboe 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.