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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.