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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.