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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
MC5,
Q65,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.