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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.