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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Names,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.