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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.