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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Pole,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.