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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.