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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.