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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.