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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.