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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.