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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.