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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.