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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.