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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.