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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.