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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.