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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Swans,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.