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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.