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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.