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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.