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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.