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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 CMW to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.