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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.