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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.