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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.