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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.