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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.