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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.