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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Inner City,
Wire,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.