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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.