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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
the Swans,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.