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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.