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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.