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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.