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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
UT,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.