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 Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.