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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.