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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.