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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Chrome,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.