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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.