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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Can,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.