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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.