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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.