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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.