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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.