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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.