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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.