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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.