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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.