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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 Columbus and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
10cc,
the Human League,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.