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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.