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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Pylon,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.