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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Q65,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.