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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.