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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.