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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.