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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Can,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.