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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Excepter,
10cc,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.