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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.