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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.