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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.