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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.