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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.