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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.