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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.