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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.