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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.