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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Radio Birdman 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.