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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
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.