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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Japan,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.