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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Can,
Wire,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.