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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.