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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.