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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Cluster,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.