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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.