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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.