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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.