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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.