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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.