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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.