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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Sparks,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.