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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Visage,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Pole,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.