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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.