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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.