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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.