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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.