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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.