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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.