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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.