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 China and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Technova,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.