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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.