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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.