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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Franke,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.