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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.