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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.