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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.