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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Faust to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.