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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.