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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.