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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.