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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.