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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.