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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.