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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.