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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.