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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.