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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.