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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.