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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.