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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pop Group 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.