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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.