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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.