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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.