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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.