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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Faust,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.