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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.