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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Television,
DJ Style,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.