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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.