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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the dance 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 Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.