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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.