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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.