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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Wire,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.