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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.