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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.