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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.