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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Kinks,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.