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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.