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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.