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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.