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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.