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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Index,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.