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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.