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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.