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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.