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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
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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.