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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Index,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.