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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.