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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.