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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.