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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.