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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
UT,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.