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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.