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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.