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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.