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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.