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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Wings,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.