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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Index to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.