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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Organ,
10cc,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.