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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Monks,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.