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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.