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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.