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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.