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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.