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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.