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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
UT,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.