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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Gong to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.