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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.