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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.