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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.