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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
CMW,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.