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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.