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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.