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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.