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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.