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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.