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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.