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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.