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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.