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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.