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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.