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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.