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 Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.