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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
This Heat,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.