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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Jakarta and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Gong,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.