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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.