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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.