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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.