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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.