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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Magma,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.