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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.