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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.