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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Organ,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.