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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.