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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.