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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.