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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.