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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.