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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.