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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.