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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.