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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.