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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.