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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.