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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.