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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
MC5,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.