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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.