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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.