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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.