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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.