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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.