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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Franke,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.