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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Scion,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.