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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.