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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.