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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.