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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.