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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
a-ha,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.