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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.