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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.