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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.