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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.