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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.