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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Nico,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
the Association,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.