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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.