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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.