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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.