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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.