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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.