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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Pole,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.