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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.