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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.