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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
UT,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.