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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.