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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.