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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.