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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.