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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.