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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.