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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.