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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Standells,
PIL,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.