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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.