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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.