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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.