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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.