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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.