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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ossler to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.