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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.