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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.