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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.