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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.