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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.