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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Lalann,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.