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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Pole,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.