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 China and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.