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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.