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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Gong,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.