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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.