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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.