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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.