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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
AZ,
The Slackers,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
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.