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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.