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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.