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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.