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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.