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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.