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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.