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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.