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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.