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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Pole,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.