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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.