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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.