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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.