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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Japan,
Oneida,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.