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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.