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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.