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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The Standells,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.