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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.