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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.