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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Monks,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.