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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.