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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.