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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.