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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.