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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.