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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.