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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Ludus,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.