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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.