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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
The Index,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.