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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.