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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.