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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Visage,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.