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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Mars,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.