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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Move,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.