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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Techniques 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.