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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.