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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '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 The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.