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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.