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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.