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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.