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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.