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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.