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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.