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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.