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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Wire,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.