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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
PIL,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.