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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.