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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.