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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.