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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.