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 Comoros and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Deakin,
Quantec,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.