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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.